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Tag: Wilderness

  • Denali Farewell

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    A solo kayaker, bathed in the rising golden mists of a sunrise, bid us adieu as we left Denali National Park this morning. Lord willing, we’ll return again someday to this spectacular corner of creation. “The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display His craftsmanship“. – Psalm 19:1            …

  • Denali Eye Candy

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    Clouds are dominating the skies, concealing North America’s highest mountain, majestic 20,320 ft. Denali. However, they can’t obscure Denali National Park’s epic display of fall splendor. Here’s a few glimpses of what was ours to behold. Wish y’all could be here to take it all in for yourselves. “Love to Live, Live to Love” –…

  • Soul Therapy Recipe

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    Soul Therapy Recipe  Ingredients and Directions 1. One friend with a boat. 2. Launch in Prince William Sound on calm seas. 3. Stir in a vast wilderness of towering mountains and massive glaciers. 4. Warm softly all day with sunshine. 5. Harvest a bounty of shrimp and fish from cool, blue waters shared by sea…

  • “All Creatures Great and Small”

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    With two weeks before hunting season begins, this big dude has decided to take up residence in the safety of our our backyard bullwinkle refuge. 😊 “All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.” Cecil Francis Alexander

  • Seasons Transition

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    Fred D
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    Fresh snow dusting the mountains, yellow tinged leaves . . . Last Frontier signs of Fall all knocking on Summer’s door. “To everything there is a season, and time to every purpose under heaven“. – Ecclesiastes 3:1

  • Single Moms

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    A couple of single moms with their kids have taken up residence here along with their kids in exchange for shrub pruning and weed control . . . a Win-Win situation 😊

  • Wilderness Chronicles

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    Fred D
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    A spruce hen and her chick perched safely above me . . . fresh imprints revealing a predator/prey pursuit . . . last fall’s bull moose antler scrapes . . . each a page in Mother Nature’s cycle of life that graced today’s wilderness wanderings. “For every creature of the forest is mine, and the…